Silas walks into the entrance
He wonders how he'll make it through
And we're all standing by the exit
Flicker of a smile will be the cue
Take it all out of place
Make it up as we go along
And there is no one in charge here
And there is no one to blame
Hypocrite shoes hit the pavement
They trample on night and day
Silas skeletoned in darkness
Beneath his skull there sings a choir
But will he make it through the ice age
Shoveling coal into a fire?
Take it all out of place
Make it up as we go along
And there is no one in charge here
And there is no one to blame